Sonny Shotz - Homebound lyrics

rate me

Living on a broken dream try to make this things right but

You criticizing every move make

Now live my life, I see plany people come, planny go

That shit’s the game I pray

Please get me out this place, I’ll be in my room

Stacking all the hits, all this like berry wides

Maybe in a week even in a day

I’ll buy your mention mom cuz this last in life

Cuz you lost your life when you was 33 yeah man that shit really hurts

When I won a Gramm , you’ll be in the sky looking down with this mercy

Like a young feeling like an old

I don’t even know, driving with my girl doing nice view

Bye, bye to all the low, looking at the kids waving though the hood

Looking at my mom, flipping out to five

Then fife to nine again

Braking all the rules, making other moves you don’t know me my friend

Popping out the van, clip clop man so just keep killing that

Everybody knows where to road and it’s no one how’s berry inside

Then they hit a place when the sun goes but so shine from the heart

Looking out to moon gotta see my face man

And the true is that I always want to fly

Never know why I am so different

I think cuz to you blame my songs ain’t telling them listen

But they turn away and they just keep feeling

Baby tell me I’m home, tell me I’m fine

Tell me I’m lost as long as you are with me

Tell me is summer, not in the snow

Lied me like I’m sorry I didn’t know

Standing on a cliff, not gonna jump, no I’m not give up

Keep your head up high, you will be everything you dream off

So money cash, feeling so well, could ever hear my song

No popping on the stance, looking at the crowd

What are you baling for?

Everybody does, everybody goes

Everybody knows nothing

Everybody’s high, everybody’s drunk

Everybody’s on something

Gotta get a way, gotta stick a move, live from my product

Gotta grow up, gotta be a man, gotta be a good father

Gotta take bus, gotta take a bout, gotta get there

Gota a lot of draft if you bust it

Get that, make that, so her on the phone try to make a vibe

Talking ‘bout school …

I’mma pay that when I make that millions

Looking at the moon, gotta see my face

Man am I tripping, I really wanna fly

I ain’t even know why I am so different

I think cuz to you blame my songs ain’t telling them listen

These boys on the why but they turn away

And just keep going

Baby tell me I’m home, tell me I’m fine

Tell me I’m lost as long as you are with me

Tell me is summer, bright in the snow

Lied me like I’m sorry I didn’t know